Page 47 of Wild Card

“I want to feel you moaning on my cock while you do it.”

I blush bright red as I hit the pause button, too lost for words to say anything when I see the freeze frame shot of the two of us on the screen.

“Give it to me!” he growls from the bed, and I lean forward to hand it to him.

When I look up, I nearly make an audible gasp because Tobias fucking Westfield is blushing. And not like a little bit, but a full-face flush. I’m not sure whether it’s the embarrassment or the activity, but I have to bite my lower lip hard not to smile.

“This fucking funny to you?” He stuffs the phone under the blanket and glares at me like he wishes I was dead.

“No,” I whisper.

“Good because you should fucking knock.”

“My hands were full with the tray, and I didn’t expect you to be—” I stop abruptly because I don’t want to embarrass him any further.

“Just leave the fucking food and get out! I knew it was a bad fucking idea to have you here. Shit like this is exactly why.”

“Tobias, I’m sorry I didn’t mean to.” I do my best to look remorseful as I move the tray to the table beside his bed.

“Don’t fucking look at me like that.”

“Like what?”

“Like you are right fucking now. Jesus.” He swallows hard, and I can see the flash of hurt and humiliation in his eyes, and my heart twists with it.

So I do a thing I shouldn’t. I sit down on the bed next to him and slide my hand slowly over the blanket. But just as I wrap my fingers around the edge of the blanket to pull it back his hand darts out and wraps around my wrist.

“Scarlett, what thefuckare you doing?”

“Helping.” It sounds stupid when I say it, but I don’t know what else to say at the moment.

He closes his eyes and grits his teeth, his jaw ticking with the motion.

“I don’t want your fucking pity handjob.”

My eyes drift over his chest, over the tattoos that swirl across it and down his arm to where it meets his hand. The one that currently has mine in a vice grip. I hate that he’s hurting. I hate that this man, who can be so incredibly generous and sexy and kind when he’s not bruised and beaten like this, is embarrassed more because of me. I hate that even though everything between us has been a mess of epic proportions, I still look at him and can’t help wanting him. And most of all, I hate how much I love the fact he was watching us on his phone.

So I give him the chance to embarrass me in return.

“But I want you,” I whisper.

His eyes open and snap to mine, a frown marring his face.

“Yeah? Xander paying you for that too? Part of the upgraded package where you make sure all my needs are met?”

“That’s low. Even for you.” I shake my head, pulling my hand back but he doesn’t let go.

“No? Weak men just do it for you then? Turns you on to see them fucking struggling?”

“You’re not weak, Tobias. You’re just being a giant asshole right now. Unfortunately, the rest of my body doesn’t listen to my brain when it comes to you.”

“Yeah, you do always look at me like you’re dying to get fucked. It’s why I can’t stop watching that video. The way you fucking look at me, like you don’t want anything else in the world but me inside you. So desperate to have it. No other woman’s looked at me quite like that. Gets me so fucking hard every time I see it, knowing how bad you want it. I bet you still fucking touch yourself thinking about me, don’t you?”

“I’m glad your ego is intact.” I shake my head, sorry I ever felt bad about his embarrassment.

“Yeah, lucky for you the parts you need are, so you better ride me.”

“What?” I stare at him blankly, sure that I must be hearing him wrong.